Before she could fully enter her blood-boiling state, she was instantly interrupted by a powerful kick. Jiang Yao's body flew backward, sliding and rolling across the alley ground for six or seven meters before barely coming to a stop.
Jiang Yao covered her stomach and struggled to stand up again. The clean T-shirt and jeans she had just changed into were already badly damaged.
The torn and ripped fabric exposed parts of her body marked with bloody scratches, making her look quite disheveled.
"Huh? Isn't this woman a mid-tier Attendant? How can she break through rank limitations after blood-boiling?"
The middle-aged Knight who had successfully ambushed her actually paused for a moment when Jiang Yao landed, and his follow-up attack stopped as well.
"Hehe, that means the surprise is even bigger... There's another one in that courtyard. What a great harvest!"
Seeing his subordinate defeat the opponent with just one move and leave her defenseless, he was confident that today's hunt would be extremely fruitful. The thin young man in black smiled even more happily, directly pulling back his hood to reveal an impossibly handsome face that looked like a young celebrity.
Jiang Yao's expression changed drastically. She secretly glanced toward a certain direction a hundred meters away, nearly biting through her lips.
"Give up... We have two Knights and two upper-tier Attendants, and our boss is even a quasi-Baron. If you stop resisting, we can at least make it quick."
The middle-aged Knight smiled coldly, not forgetting to flatter his upper-tier peak Knight boss, though the latter was still a bit short of being a true half-step Baron.
As his voice fell, two more Black Blood Clan men emerged from the darkness—one fat, one short.
"You're Black Blood Clan... Acting so brazenly in the city district, aren't you afraid of alerting the Shadow Arrow Force and the local feudal knights?"
Jiang Yao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, slowly straightening her body, staring intently at the thin young man in black who was gradually approaching.
"Haha, Shadow Arrow Force? Feudal knights?"
The black-robed pretty boy who was revered as the boss laughed mockingly, his tone becoming even more ferocious: "Shadow Arrow Force? They probably wish there were even fewer of you wandering Blood Clan around. As for feudal knights, you mean the Wang Family, right? How many Wang Family knights have I devoured over the years?
"Those old turtles, apart from making some noise, don't dare to do anything. In their eyes, losing a knight is as simple as having a chicken escape from the family coop."
Whether true or false, the pretty boy's attitude was extremely arrogant at this moment.
Hearing such brazen words, Jiang Yao's heart sank. Looking at the four Black Blood Clan members gradually closing in from front and back, her face turned ashen.
Brother... I might have to go first... Jiang Yao raised her head, looking around, but her expression was actually surprisingly relaxed.
In just one second, Jiang Yao's body erupted, an even more desperate and fierce aura. It seemed as if all the blood energy protein in her body was being recklessly squandered at this moment, her pupils turning so red they seemed to be burning.
The forbidden act of blood-boiling during menstruation made Jiang Yao feel pain that penetrated to her bone marrow both inside and out. Blood continuously flowed from her mouth, nose, and lower body, but the corners of her mouth carried a strange smile, making her entire person appear exceptionally bewitching.
Upper-tier Attendant... lower-tier Knight... mid-tier Knight...
In the perception of the four men in black, the golden-haired girl trapped in a desperate situation before them had her aura grow more intense, more dominating.
Suddenly, the girl's body disappeared. The black-clad men who had already formed an encirclement only felt a hurricane-like howling sweep past them, then discovered that one of their number was missing!
The short upper-tier Attendant was grabbed by the neck by Jiang Yao, who had charged at high speed. Like a rooster ready for slaughter, his entire body was pushed toward the side wall of the alley, directly breaking through the wall and falling into a dark, empty courtyard.
Lying on the ground, not yet recovered from being dazed and confused, the short man's pupils reflected a silver-gleaming blade held high above him, along with a pair of blood-red eyes that were cruel to the extreme.
Such beautiful eyes...
"Sto–!"
Before he could finish speaking, the silver dagger in Jiang Yao's hand ruthlessly pierced into the young man's eye socket, penetrating directly into his brain.
The special smell of silver ions burning flesh mixed with brain matter sprayed out, and the full head showed carbonization phenomena like high-temperature roasting and dehydration.
In less than three seconds, Jiang Yao, whose blood-boiling aura had reached mid-tier Knight level, had instantly killed one opponent!
"Mon... monster... She was clearly just a mid-tier Attendant, how did she become a Knight!?"
The fat Attendant, who hadn't yet recovered from the previous dramatic change, actually began to speak with a trembling voice.
"What the hell are you afraid of? Our boss alone can face her head-on! She's already overdrawn, and we still have three people!"
The middle-aged Knight's face was also pale, but seeing his boss's unwavering figure, he could only steel himself to activate blood-boiling and urge his companion to attack.
"Keep her alive! Keep her alive! Haha, a masterpiece, a masterpiece!"
The pretty boy didn't care about losing a subordinate and instead laughed continuously.
Two figures rushed into the dark courtyard, one left and one right, almost simultaneously grabbing the girl who was still straddling their dead companion and swaying unsteadily.
"Ah!"
Crack—Jiang Yao's two slender arms were broken almost simultaneously. Her upper body arched backward, and her piercing scream mixed with the blood she spat out rushed toward the night sky.
"So fragrant... I really can't wait to dig out your heart, liver, spleen, and lungs..."
The pretty boy slowly walked into the courtyard. His thin, pale face twitched with excitement, appearing somewhat sickly, as he kept sniffing and taking deep breaths in the empty air.
The terrifying aura from a dozen seconds ago gradually extinguished. Jiang Yao's blood-boiling had completely collapsed and lost control.
The girl's chest was already completely red, and her jeans were soaked through with blood gushing from her lower body. The bloody scent spread rapidly throughout the courtyard. Her entire person was as weak and powerless as cotton, but her two fractured arms were still restrained by the two men in black, like a condemned prisoner on the execution ground.
"Go... go to hell with your heart, liver, spleen, and lungs..."
Jiang Yao smiled at the night sky, not looking directly at the pretty boy who was close at hand, muttering bloody contemptuous sounds from her mouth.
"Boss, now we can go into that house and catch the other one..."
The middle-aged Knight released the shoulder of the girl who had lost all combat ability, smiling as he stood up.
"Ah–!"
Before the pretty boy boss could speak, suddenly the girl beside him twisted her body and bit down on the somewhat relaxed middle-aged Knight's neck, causing him to let out a pig-like scream.
The pretty boy's expression changed dramatically. In a burst of cruelty, he directly kicked Jiang Yao hard in the lower abdomen, forcing her to release her bite with a muffled grunt.
"Hehe... I killed one, that's enough... Brother... I'm going first..."
Jiang Yao completely collapsed and lost consciousness.
Touching the bite mark on his neck, the middle-aged Knight retreated several steps in succession, then stood there dazed, seeming somewhat confused.
A few seconds later, the middle-aged Knight began making asthma-like rapid breathing sounds, his eyes wide open as if he had seen something terrifying.
As if incomprehensible mutations were occurring within his body, the middle-aged man trembled all over. Almost all of his exposed skin began turning black at a visible speed. Even black smoke emerged from his mouth and nose, his limbs and joints moved stiffly like rusted machine parts, and finally he toppled over like a dead fish that had been burned from the inside out!
Before the others could react from their shock, there were slight popping sounds from several directions in the night sky.
The leading pretty boy boss and the last Black Blood Clan Attendant were almost simultaneously hit by something, splashing up several clusters of charred smoke with faint traces of carbonized flesh fragments.
This was the typical lethal effect of bullets hitting a human body and fragmenting, with the silver bullet cores penetrating deep into Blood Clan bodies.
Six men and women wearing tight combat suits and tactical vests slowly appeared from the rooftops of surrounding courtyard buildings, each holding a VSSM special silenced sniper rifle.
The pretty boy boss was relatively lucky, hit by two bullets in the waist and shoulder. The fat upper-tier Attendant was much worse off—hit by at least seven or eight bullets in the front and back of his chest, with even half his neck blown apart. Scorching red blood mist ignited by silver particles gushed out from various holes in his body.
Without any hesitation, the pretty boy's body moved rapidly, leaping over the alley wall and disappearing into the layered shadows of buildings.
"I'm... I'm sorry... I just dozed off, how did it become like this... Sorry, Xiao Yao..."
More than ten seconds later, six armed young men and women slowly walked into the empty courtyard, surrounding Jiang Yao's broken body. One of the girls crouched down, stroking Jiang Yao's bloody and tragic lower body, quietly beginning to cry.
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In a certain park with lush vegetation, it was completely silent except for the undulating sounds of frogs and insects. Under the illumination of the minimal decorative path lights, the pretty boy was frantically fleeing.
For a Black Blood Clan member who had grown to upper-tier peak Knight level, the life and death of companions had never been something that required concern or mourning. Striving to break through the shackles of growth was every Black Blood Clan's pursuit.
"All below Baron level are ants"—this was the deeply rooted value system of the Black Blood Clan.
Suddenly, the pretty boy stopped, his pupils beginning to contract.
Not far away, by the green belt, a tall young man was quietly leaning against a roadside tree. Those blood-red eyes were silently watching him, emanating the familiar killing intent of post-blood-boiling.
An upper-tier peak Knight whose strength was somewhat stronger than his own—a true half-step Baron!
Although the physical qualities of a Blood Clan Knight far exceeded ordinary people, and his wounds had already coagulated under his amazing healing ability, the two silver bullet cores wrapped by carbonized muscle tissue and remaining in his body were still like time bombs.
Activating blood-boiling at this moment would actually be counterproductive. Unless absolutely necessary, there was no need.
Quietly touching the gunshot wounds at his waist and shoulder, the pretty boy took a deep breath and made his expression very relaxed: "Brother, we're both people who are just one step away. There's no need to fight to the death. It's not easy for any of us..."
Zhao Peng slowly straightened his body, actually pulling out a cigarette—a rare sight—lit it with a snap, and smiled as he looked at the disheveled Black Blood Clan Knight before him, exhaling a smoke ring: "No, we're different. You're someone with half a foot in the underworld, I'm not."
Zhao Peng's body leaned forward. With a ripple of air impact, he had already appeared in front of the pretty boy, his right hand with deformed finger bones and nails directly piercing the other's left chest.
"Wah... ugh!"
The pretty boy spat out blood, looking in disbelief at the suit-wearing young man before him who had a cigarette in his mouth and a terrifyingly cold expression. His body trembled even more violently.
The right hand that had pierced the other's body withdrew again, and a still-twitching heart appeared prominently between Zhao Peng's deformed fingers.
The pretty boy convulsed and slowly fell down, his eyes wide open and almost bulging out of their sockets—he was definitely dead beyond any doubt.
Shaking his hand, the deformed right hand slowly returned to its original form. Zhao Peng casually tossed the bloody heart onto the Black Blood Clan Knight's corpse, then turned around, removed the cigarette from his mouth, and exhaled another puff of smoke.
Another middle-aged man emerged from the darkness, unzipped a body bag, and stuffed both the pretty boy's corpse and the heart inside...